And it will have two sides,
Who look lustfully at each other and there is another.
Soon we teem with thoughts and shoots and creation.
The past sucks behind us, the future lures us forward,
Balancing between, in that moment we spin our lives.
We hate feeling alone and grieving and discarded,
But this is where we find our true selves,
In the wholeness that is the tao.
Pit-a-pat. My heart goes pit-a-pat. Throbs, palpitates. An echoic or a mere ricochet word, of which there are a great many in English -- as "fiddle-faddle," "harm-sacrum," "ding-dong," etc.Anything like the sound of a rat
Makes my heart go pit-a-pat.
BROWNING: Pied Piper of Hamelin.
Brewer's Dictionary of Phrase and Fable, 1963. p. 707
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Wow ... the Hamlin dude has insight!
Meh, saw huge rats waiting for the bus in Boston, not to mention the ones that ran across the nice new staff lounge in Big Hospital there. No shit, there I was...
Oooo, the Pied Piper. An important poem of my childhood. Scary!
Moral of the story: Always pack a pipe.
"Ceci n'est pas une pipe"
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